Altar of Twilight You believe me like a god

This pleased the physician, though his pleasure (and the mild expression it had produced) both fell a little flat when his mood was commented on. He was just a little more dour as he went on, neatly ignoring the comment.

"I would, yes," he agreed, but he stepped toward Leto instead. "But first I must speak with you." He looked toward Delos. "Privately, please. Your mother may discuss it with you after I am done."